That Texas OU Associated Press Article

[ThadFilms]

I was telling a local (UT guy) about the article that was "cut and pasted" here, I told him I'd send the article along today when I got a chance.... looks like that thread got deleted, and I can't even remember who posted it.

(It was the article about the tunnel at the Cotton Bowl.)

Anybody got the link? I thought it was an enjoyable read. Always love those gridiron tales.

[smupony94]

HB Pony Dad got his first black horseshoe

[HB Pony Dad]

HB Pony Dad got his first black horseshoe

my bad

[ThadFilms]

HB Pony Dad got his first black horseshoe

my bad

D'oh! Anyway, yeah, love to pass that thing along, if any of you have the link, or if any of you can remember the originator of the thread, I can PM.


HB Pony Dad, I expect more out of you.... no word on whether I mean more black horseshoes or "expect better"... I'll leave that to readers discretion.

[Special_Delivery_Smu_Fans]

Associated Press

How will Colt McCoy and some of the young players handle the pressure of the tunnel?

This is how it used to be back before trash talk in the tunnel was in vogue; I remember this as how my final trip down that ramp as a player felt ...

When you're given the final word by the TV guy to leave the locker room and head down the short flight of steps to the top of the tunnel, you step out into a surreal, confusing world of childish taunts and many an inverted "Hook Em" being hurled from the walkway above ... stadium security personnel in cheap windbreakers and several members of the Dallas P.D. man the long tarp-covered gate behind you ... you recognize a couple of the motorcycle cops that led the police escort through the streets of Dallas a couple of hours ago; an officer smiles as he gives you a quick salute and a "Hook Em." You return the salute and mouth a quick, "Thank you" to the officer.

We're told by the TV guy to wait at the top of the ramp ... there's no breeze ... it's hot ...

Someone steps out of a black limo just outside the gate and is quickly escorted by Texas DPS troopers through the gathering and hurried down the ramp. Must be the governor or a senator or Willie ... you can't really see over the glare of all the glistening white helmets shining in the October sunshine.

The smell of diesel fumes, horse crap, and fried food wafts through the air, mingling with the sulfur smell of residue from the Ruf-Neks' shotguns and Smokey's pre-game cannon shots. You can always smell the State Fair.

The ticket less, orange-clad well-wishers behind the chain-link gate, trying to get a quick look or a finger shake from a player or coach are the only friendly voices you hear at that end of the Cotton Bowl.

"Get after 'em, Darrell!"

"Go Horns!"

"Anybody got a ticket?!"

"Can I have your chinstrap?"

No "OU Sucks" chants; these were the days before that sentiment became the norm.

Strangely, above the yelling, the dull din of bus engines, police motorcycles, and the screaming siren from a ride over on the Midway, you can hear the clicking of the candy wrapping machines in the Salt-Water Taffy booth just across the walkway beyond the gate...

You've been taught to keep your focus ... look toward the light at the bottom of the tunnel as you move slowly downhill ... you're wedged so tightly together that your feet are barely touching the ribbed, dirty concrete below. It's like you're slowly floating down the ramp suspended among your fellow team members. You're in the shade of the tunnel now, beneath the stomping, screaming Sooner fans in the south end of the stadium. It's cooler, but you're having trouble catching your breath.

You can't help but steal a glance at your opponents as they assemble and begin to move down the ramp on the opposite side. You've seen them all through pre-game warmups, exchanged subdued good luck wishes to a misguided former high school teammate that wandered across the Red River, but suddenly, this instant is etched forever in your mind. The crimson helmets with the white interlocked "OU" really [deleted] you off at this moment and the bile rises in the back of your throat ... you feel ... like ... you might ... lose your steak and scrambled eggs you ate four hours before in the quiet banquet room at the Hilton Inn. You don't want to puke on your facemask ... or on your teammate's back.

Instead of letting the remnants of your pregame meal fly, you choke it back and begin to yell out an unintelligible guttural sound ... your teammates join in and the sound reverberates in your helmet .... your mouth is dry ... your chest is pounding ... all of a sudden, your uniform is too tight ... you feel enormous ... you think of a cup of ice water ... a huge ground swell of noise begins to engulf you as you move closer to the light ... louder and louder ... you're glad you have your helmet on, not because you think that one of those overserved, jeering Okies will lob a half-eaten Fletcher's Corny Dog at you, but you feel secure and impervious when you manage to reach your hand up and snap your chin strap snugly as you move into the sunlight at the bottom of the ramp. You realize then how much you've been sweating as the swirling breeze on the floor of the stadium finally gets to the back of your neck and cools you ever so slightly.

The roaring sound echoing in your helmet reaches what you think to be a crescendo as the TV guy tries to hold back your screaming, snarling teammates ... You look around and the sudden reality hits you: this is IT. This is the last time you'll ever experience this feeling as a player in what you have grown up knowing as the greatest football contest in the universe. You may get a chance to walk the ramp again, but not wearing this uniform ... with these guys ... against those guys.

Tears well in your eyes, a huge lump rises in your throat as you begin to hear curses being hurled at the TV guy to let you go; just let us run out on that crappy turf one more time. You hear TV Guy yell something about the World Series game being nearly over and to just hold on for one more minute and one of your larger teammates instructs TV Guy to perform a physically impossible task with a baseball.

We surge forward, frenzied and frothing ... I look toward Coach Royal who has appeared just to my left ... he looks to be alone in his thoughts. His jaw is set ... he has to hear the taunts of, "Traitor!" and the like directed his way ... I feel more contempt for the red-clad fans leering over the tunnel walls as they wave red and white pompons at my coach's face. I wish the fat woman would fall over the wall as she screams, "Darrell, you ain't sh...!" He is perturbed at the delay ... he gives us a simple nod .... the human dam breaks; TV Guy is left to fend for himself. He may have been trampled; we don't really care at this point. Smokey sounds out a huge cannon blast; a perfect smoke circle rises above the sweltering field. You imagine a football sailing right through the center of the white smoke circle as you see it emblazoned against the clear, blue North Texas sky. You hear the band playing "Texas Fight" at what seems like an impossibly fast tempo and an ungodly loud volume in your helmet. You run. Your teammates are jumping all over you. You may cry.

You aren't alone.

The swelling noise is louder than ever and you get to run out into that sunlight one last time. You'll never get to feel that way again.

[ThadFilms]

Thanks Special Delivery! Sorry I'll be missing you this weekend. Already copied, and am now putting it in an email.

[Special_Delivery_Smu_Fans]

You're welcome Thad. Sorry don't have the link. I had copied and sent it in an e-mail so I still had it. We'll miss ya on the Blvd.

[CalallenStang]

Googled it and found a link:

http://texas.rivals.com/content.asp?CID=463766

[HB Pony Dad]

Did I ever mention that I took my daughter to the 2003 Rose Bowl when Oklahoma beat Washington State 34-14.

The OU Fans were very friendly and knowledgeable and even taught my daughter the words to Boomer-Sooner (Yes there are more than two words in the song)!

Although I wish both teams could lose, I hope Sam Bradford puts it to the 'horns...




is it Déjà vu all over again or just senility?

[ThadFilms]

Googled it and found a link:

http://texas.rivals.com/content.asp?CID=463766

Yeah, once I had the first line of the article I was able to google it tot, but before I was throwing in every word I could remember and still wasn't finding it. BTW - OrangeBloods... that's where SMU's very own Chip Brown went this season in leaving the DMN. Sigh.

[ThadFilms]

Did I ever mention that I took my daughter to the 2003 Rose Bowl when Oklahoma beat Washington State 34-14.

The OU Fans were very friendly and knowledgeable and even taught my daughter the words to Boomer-Sooner (Yes there are more than two words in the song)!

Although I wish both teams could lose, I hope Sam Bradford puts it to the 'horns...




is it Déjà vu all over again or just senility?

Both.

[smupony94]

HB Pony Dad got his first black horseshoe

my bad

Like I said earlier, you are now in the club

[Special_Delivery_Smu_Fans]

May not recognize the Cotton Bowl Saturday.
Still a pit, but a slightly better "hole in the wall" now.

Addition of some 16,000 seats, that boosts capacity to
92,100, four new gates for a total of six, new locker rooms,
two wider concourses that allows people to walk all the way
around the stadium, from nine concession stands to now
there are 30 and last but not least 1100 new toilet fixtures
were installed from only 330 before the makeover.

[ThadFilms]

Anybody doing the Red River double dip on Saturday?

University of Texas vs. Oklahoma University

... as the undercard in the morning in the House that Doak Built, followed by...

SMU of Dallas, Texas vs. University of Tulsa of Tulsa, Oklahoma

at the jewel of Dallas known as Ford?

[Special_Delivery_Smu_Fans]

Thad we are going to the OU/TX game, then straight to the Smu Blvd. A doubleheader. Life is good.